I am SO SICK of the drive to Utah!  I’m TIRED of thinking about all I thought as I drove from Colorado to Utah, newly divorced and single, to begin my new life.  I need a break!

Instead, here is a conversation from last night.  Ironically, it took place in the car, too.  (I promise there is more to me than that!)

“Mom, do you know what this week is?” my daughter asked.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what I might be forgetting among end-of-term deadlines, ballet, track, tap dance, track meets, cub scouts, preschool, piano lessons, auto repairs, house cleaning and laundry, home repairs, possible birthdays or parties, daycare, church assignments, church activities, swim team practice, pets and my own work projects and deadlines.  But before I could respond, she answered her own question.

“MARCH 18.”

Those two words are all that needed to be said for me to realize that we have carried on and created a new and happy life for ourselves, but there is something underneath it all we haven’t forgotten.

MARCH 18, 2009.  To most people, it’s the day after St. Patrick’s Day.  To me, it’s the day our life ended.

And finally, one year after it happened, I’ll be ready to talk about it.  To share the details of what I discovered.  And about how my world, as I knew it then, ended.

March 18, 2010, is also going to be quite a day in my life as well.  I can tell.